Behind a Red River Gum
It was on the 19th of January 24, I was sitting on the cushioned seat under the veranda of your farm home. You were pottering about, stopping occasionally for a kiss. was battling an internal monologue, ——— Joy is word I always return to, maybe it is joy that I feel I like it’s simplicity,…
UNFURL
Thinking – it’s 2:32 AM, and I am sleepless. Goosebumps rise on my right leg, not from the cold but overtired. I’m sitting here with my pen, lost in the words of Glück, “Blue Rotunda.” I am tired of having handsshe saidI want wings — These words consume me, echoing over and over in my…
Cultural Mapping through mixed means – photography and reflective narrative.
Gunbower State Park Male and female Kawir (Emu) in Gunbower State Park. I’ve been in the water many times, in the Mile (Murray). It’s not that wide, not really. I’m usually floating off a boat, maybe our camp is nearby. There are people, there are boats. It’s noisy, motors humming. Such is life—it’s loud now.…
Day-Blind Star 